piccadilly, london
I saw you on your bike, your vfr400, i was on my white vfr750, you looked really hot, we smiled at each other, i saw your cute grin - just from your nose up - and i got immediately flustered! I wanted to say something cool and witty but my mind was stuttering and fumbling all over the place. All I could manage at the next set of lights was ’ this traffic’s a nightmare’ and then at the next set all I managed was a pitiful ‘you goin that way, then?’ when i realised that i was turning off to the right. I so nearly asked for your number, but I bottled it. At the last second I was even going to go your way so I could try again but alas, it was too late. The lights had changed, and you were gone. Arse.
16:59 Friday | Reward:
a trip out on our bikes, and a good time x